"So he definitely said no? There's no chance you can't go?" Jon asked her, persisting the point that Uncle Benjen had said no to Lyanna going to the Wall.

Lyanna sighed, glancing out of the window, watching Bran fight Tommen with a wooden sword. Lyanna and Jon her not allowed to fight, whilst Jeoffrey and Bran were there, practicing as well, as they were bastards the two princes were true born royals. That left Lyanna and Jon perched on the windowsill which overlooked where the two padded out boys were fighting badly.

"I told you exactly what he said, Jon," Lyanna muttered sadly, looking over to where Winter and Ghost were laid down, licking each others noses. It was like they knew that they would be separated soon.

Lord Stark had been offered the position of the King's Hand by Robert, an offer her couldn't really turn down. Her father had already sorted out what was to happen to each of his children whilst he went away; Robb would stay in Winterfell with Rickon and Lady Stark and be acting lord; Bran, Arya and Sansa would go south with their father; Jon would go north to the Wall with Benjen when he left. The royal visit would last another week, and then their father would leave with the king and his party and his family would be split.

The only person who Lord Stark didn't know what to do with was Lyanna. Their uncle refused to take her north and she really did not want to go south to King's Landing. Something about what she'd heard about King's Landing was just not appealing to Lyanna like it was to Sansa.

"I wish you were coming with me," He sighed.

Lyanna didn't reply to him, she just focused on trying not to cry. Lyanna still trained when she could. Not just because she wanted to, but because she felt like she had to. She had trained for a month straight, why stop now? Not only that but it felt like she was giving up. She felt like she was quitting a task she had given herself, which was almost like failing. Lyanna hated failing.

Lyanna heard running footsteps and her head turned to see Arya running towards them, followed by her wolf Nymeria. Lyanna forced away her sadness and grinned at her sister as Nymeria ran to her sibling wolves, jumping on both of them.

"Is your lesson finished?" She asked Arya, who pulled a face.

Lyanna and Jon's little sister shook her head. "I took a leaf out of your book and walked out," Lyanna chuckled and so did Jon as he ruffled her hair.

"Who's fighting?" Arya asked, pulling herself onto the windowsill in the middle of Jon and Lyanna.

"Bran and Tommen, the worst fight I've ever seen," Lyanna groaned.

"You could easily win," Jon commented, grinning at Lyanna slightly.

"A drunk could beat them," Lyanna sniggered.

"Why aren't you fighting?" Arya inquired. Lyanna didn't bother to listen to what he had to say to Arya as she got up.

"Lyanna!" Jon called. "We can't fight today!" Jon shouted after her but she was out of earshot as she ran though the back doors to where she could see Robb shouting encouragement to Bran as he fought sloppily.

"Lyanna I didn't think..." Robb began but Lyanna cut him off.

"That I'm not allowed to fight today? I'm also not really meant to be fighting at all, so breaking one more rule won't hurt much,"

The fight broke off and Bran came running over to the two of them, smiling like he had won. Lyanna hit his shoulder supportively as he climbed over the fence, out of the fighting ring.

"Lyanna!" She heard Ser Rodrik call her.

"I know," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not allowed to fight today, I'll leave,"

He chuckled slightly before beckoning her andRobb into the ring. Lyanna smirked over to her brother who was stillstood next to Theon.

"You coming, Stark? Or are you finally afraid that I'd beat you?" Lyanna taunted to which Theon laughed.

"Wouldn't be the first time she's beaten you," Theon grinned at Lyanna as she climbed over the fence. Ser Rodrik handed her a wooden sword as Robb followed. Lyanna heard another boy laugh, but not in the way that Lyanna was doing with her brothers.

Lyanna gripped the sword like see had been taught, turning to face the person laughing. It was no surprise to see it was Jeoffrey laughing with his body guard the Hound.

"Is something funny, prince?" Lyanna questioned him, holding the sword up like it was a real blade.

"Teaching a girl how to fight just shows how weak you people are in Winterfell are," he said in his annoying tone, a smarmy grin on his face, sniggering provokingly.

"Do you really want to see how weak I am?" Lyanna provoked, pointing her wooden sword at him. The prince and the hound laughed at her which made Lyanna angrier.

"I am a man and a prince, I fight against men and with real swords, not against bastard girls with play swords," he glared at her. Lyanna saw Robb go to him angrily and she held him back.

"With a blunt sword then," Lyanna threw the wooden one to Theon who handed her a blunt steel. Lyanna had not faught with a proper blade before as Ser Rodrik always said she wasn't ready. Lyanna had to be ready now.

Jeoffrey sniggered at her again. "Being a bastard must make you foolish," she heard his guard, Sandor Clegane, say to her.

"Foolish or not, fight me, baratheon boy," Lyanna said, raising her eyebrows at him. She heard from behind her Robb, Theon and Bran laughing at what she said, which made Lyanna feel more confident.

"Lyanna, stop, you don't know what you're doing," SerRodrik said to her quietly as Jeoffrey made his way into the ring.

"All the more reason to do this, it will teach the bitch a lesson," Jeoffrey said, as he was handed his own sword.

"Lyanna!" She heard Jon and Arya's voice's hiss from behind her. Lyanna did not turn around as she focused on Jeoffrey, who was now holding the sword, glaring at her.

"Are you sure you don't want to back out, girl?" Jeoffrey taunted her. In that moment, Lyanna realised her fur coat and long grey dress weren't the best things to be fighting in. It was too late for that though.

"Fuck off," she hissed, bringing her sword down towards him. He blocked quickly, trying to hit her his own sword but Lyanna was quick, blocking him.

She heard cries of encouragement come from her brothers, Arya and Theon which made Lyanna beam, giving her more confidence. Lyanna tried not to get cocky as she dodged another one of Jeoffrey's failed blows, seeing him frown in frustration. Lyanna hit him on his hip with the flat side of her blade and he hissed in pain, which made her siblings and Theon laugh.

"You bitch!" he hissed at her, swinging his sword around sloppily. His sword nearly hit her neck but she dodged quickly enough for it to only catch her shoulder. It hurt but Lyanna couldn't let him see.

"Thank you, my prince," She curtsied quickly, bringing her sword towards him. Jeoffrey finally decided to show some skill and blocked her steel blade from hitting him.

Jeoffrey glared at her, anger and determination on his face.He brought his sword down, so it caught on the thick woollen fabric of her skirt. Lyanna heard Arya gasp from behind her, almost as if her sister believed she would be beaten in this moment. Jeoffrey grinned horribly as he shoved his sword through the rip of her dress, catching her hip lightly. Lyanna felt his blade break skin, blood starting to trickle down from the wound. She pulled a face of pain but quickly pulled herself together, swiping his sword away from her.

Lyanna hit him with the side of her blade again, this time on his face. She reached her foot out, kicking him in the stomach which made him drop his sword and fall back onto the muddy ground. He groaned in pain, touching his reddened cheek which had been cut slightly by the blunt blade.

Lyanna threw the sword to Ser Rodrik before climbing back over the fence, hearing the cheers from the Stark's. Robb and Theon clapped her on the back whilst Arya grinned at her. Lyanna laughed with her family as Jon pulled her into a hug, ruffling his hands through her long, back hair.

"You did well, -Anna," he said, calling her by her childhood nickname.

Lyanna turned back to see Jeoffrey pulling himself out of the mud, glaring at her. Lyanna wanted to taunt the fact he had lost, but decided he had been embarrassed enough. Lyanna pulled away from Jon, walking back inside the castle with Arya to find their wolves, curled up asleep with Ghost.

Winter woke up and saw Lyanna looking down at her. She got up, stretched and pounced on Lyanna whilst Nymeria did the same to Arya.

"I can't believe that you did that to the prince!" Arya laughed.

Though it had been fun fighting with Jeoffrey, Lyanna realised that she could be killed for this. When she slapped him, there was no real damage except a reddened cheek and slight embarrassment. This time, Lyanna hurt him properly with a cut cheek, not to mention she kicked him, which could have broken a rib. If the prince was hurt, Lyanna knew the queen would want her head.

"Arya, you should probably go back to your lesson," Lyanna suggested, to which Arya pulled a disgusted and betrayed face. "Or just leave me alone to hide because I'm pretty sure the queen with offer a thousand gold dragons for my head brought to her on a platter,"

Arya nodded, smirked and called Nymeria to her. "Don't get killed!" She shouted from behind her as she ran, her grey and white wolf following her.

"Come, Winter," Lyanna whispered, before turning in the opposite direction that Arya had ran in, her wolf following suite.

Lyanna ran all the way to her room, despite the fact her hip was increasing in pain. Lyanna locked the door and decided that she had to inspect the wounds Jeoffrey had given her so she poured a basin of cold water out, placing it on her dressing table with clean cloths. She hissed in pain as she took her dress off, examining all of her bruises. Most of them were from duelling with Robb, Jon and Theon but others were from trying on armour that was too tight and ridiculous stuff like that. Lyanna watched as a tiny amount of blood trickled down from the miniscule cut on her shoulder whilst she struggled to pull the fsabric of her dress away from her bloody hip. They both stung like hell but she knew it could have been so much worse. Robb had always told her she had the nerves and speed of a cat, able to quickly dodge.

"Fuck!" Lyanna hissed as the pain from her hip increased. She collapsed back onto her bed, not wanting to get up. It hurt so much more than her shoulder, which had stopped bleeding.

There was a slight knock at the door, which she ignored, focusing on the blood pouring from the gash on her hip. She wouldn't die from it, it was too shallow but yet it was deep enough to cause her pain. Lyanna reached her arm out, trying to grab one of the cloths. Winter looked at her curiously, licking Lyanna's hand.

The knocking continued but Lyanna couldn't get up to unlock it. "Winter," she groaned in pain. "Winter, get the door open," Lyanna immediately began laughing to herself. She knew the wolf would not be able to unlock the door and open it. However, despite Lyanna thinking it impossible, Winter jumped up at the door,biting onto the handle, leaving the door to swing open.

Lyanna saw Jon run into the room, followed by Ghost. She saw her brother turn away, not looking at her as she laid naked and bleeding slightly onto the furs of her bed. He closed the door, locking the door behind him. Lyanna reached out, grabbing her fur cloak to cover herself up slightly.

"Jon, that bastard prince..." she hissed as he knelt down beside her, loking at her bleeding wound.

"I know, it's okay, its shallow and the bleeding is stopping," he reassured her. He reached out, grabbing the basin and cloths. He dipped the clean cloth into the water before slightly dabbing her hip. "Why did you fight him anyway?"

"He was insulting me and Winterfell and I had already warned him about it before," Lyanna explained, telling him the story of how she slapped him previously. "I'll lose my head if I've hurt him,"

"Well he's hurt you too, father will understand, the king will understand, he does like you," Jon said, dabbing her hip, careful not to cause her anymore pain.

It was true. Despite Lady Stark telling her to stay away, the king was fond of Lyanna like a daughter. She had seen him talk less to his own daughter Princess Myrcella than he had talked to her. However, Lyanna knew that he was easily persuaded and if Cersei wanted Lyanna killed for hurting and humiliating the prince, she would get her way.

Jon threw the bloody cloth back into the basin and moved it away. He laid down next to his sister and began laughing.  "Trust you to piss the Hound and future king off," he chuckled.

As they laughed, there was a booming knock on the door. The wolves began growling in defence of their masters whilst Jon got up to see who was at the door.

He unlocked it and members of the Kings guard swarmed in. Lyanna blushed covering herself up more.

"Lyanna Snow," the first said. Lyanna guessed it was Ser Barristan Selmy, an older mad who was dedicated to the Guard. "We have been asked to escort you to the throne room to see the king and queen,"

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Hello!

I love this chapter, mainly because I like writing Joffrey, even if he is a dick. I feel like I've really grown towards his character when I'm writing, even though I still hate him. I love every opportunity I get to write Jon as well because he's my favourite character. I'm planning for him to have a bigger part in the end, hopefully.

Sorry this wasn't posted yesterday but I was out all day and then I was out again today but I got it up now at least. Leave a vote if you enjoyed this, I'll dedicate the next chapter to the first voter!

'Till next time!

~Olivia